– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – So. I’ve got recurrent aphthous stomatitis, Glaucoma Gladys; Eyesight out of focus, The return of pain from Toothache Tiffany, Peripheral Pete is acting somewhat oddly, Up in the sky is a whopping cumulonimbus! Years ago, I was libidinous and lascivious, Now, I move ornamentally, & act sentimentally, I often act like a schoolteacher sumpsimus. I don’t mean to act so obnoxious, My toes and feet turned white & xanthous, Many things make me worried and anxious, How can mortals beat off the oligarchy? They rule, from wars, they make more money! Proletariats, innocents survive quixotically… Politicians live life quintessentially, We vote for MPs who we think, essentially, Will do the job least damagingly… In return, 26 taxes go up, regretfully, Starmer gives pensioners a financial raspberry! Commoners hate… his MPs show him ambivalence! He may be vacillatious, the voters are unfelicitous, A backhand-taker, give him a certificate, Did God permit this animal to rule us? With his lies & constant obscurantist blatherskite! Lies is another word spoken in omission, But we’ll see him consider any admission, As he agrees to send more ammunition… Compassion to him is an apparition, Of course, some eye him with a different complexion, Would never give him any condemnation, They’ll be part of some financial conglomeration! Overseas investment, banks denying the crucifixion. Fair enough, I’m still awaiting confirmation… What’s he done? My conclusion is he causes confusion, His manner & words show floccinaucinihilipilification. To pensioners; flabbergastation, N.I. increases, employers frustration, To voters, he’s an overpaid fustilarian. The self-employed, driven to fulmination! Taxpayers, give him a two-fingered gesticulation! He must be the current most-hated man in the nation, He’s guilty of inspiring the common man’s hortation!. Personally, I think he’s a schmuck, a sleeveen, His stealing from pensioners was particularly mean! We’ll mostly be dead come the next election… My last words are typed with some hesitation... Bear in mind they come from a man lacking education, I’ll be waiting for him, at his damnation! And we can both have a discussion in Hell’s dungeon! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Early morning—well, not all that early, really—around 06:30 hrs, morning views from the kitchenette window.
Later on.
An hour or so later.
Toothache Tiffany kicked off.
Teatimeish.
Not a proper meal. But the innards had been playing me up all day, and I didn’t want to annoy them anymore. I was content with what I had: Milk Roll sliced bread, nobutter-buttered tomatoes, beetroot, and red onions. The last pickled egg: red onion, a splodge of Marmite, or Vegemite—I like them both. And mini franks of undetermined meat and flavour, but they tasted okay.
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I’m struggling with toothache, seizures, and concentration. Lack of sleep is doing me no good, either. I can’t get caught up.
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Let’s see how I go in the morning and if the computer is kind to me when it comes to saving photos. I’m low.
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’d been out for beer & darts, I was feeling merry, I took a shortcut home through the cemetery, I was between the trees having a pee… And a voice started talking so pleadingly! I turned & there was a man who looked skeletony… I was stunned when he asked hoarsely… ‘Ave yer gorra gasper matey? Adding, yer the first one who’s ever seen me! The things I’ve seen, rising from my grave nightly, I asked rather wearily and sceptically… Are you dead then? A little sarcastically, Oh, yer, I snuffed it in 1963, Did yer die painfully or sinisterly? Nae, boringly… Worappened specifically? The missus killed me! I went out for a beer at the Apple Tree… But I drank beer tremendously, Had a pee up against that tree… I tangled the zip, and it cut my weenie! Bled to death, no help around this vicinity, Off to la-la land, fell down this grave to the hereafter, Laid there and died, drunk, couldn’t even pray, They put someone’s coffin on top of me the next day, Still, I can get out at night now to play, I’m sorry to hear that; what can I say? I fooled yer. I’m just a dead hornswoggler…
Commonly known as the Grim Reaper, Oh, you’re the soul taker? I’ll not read the warrant; it’s just a longueur, You’ll be free of worries & hylomania, I could let you stay longer, however… Delay taking your soul to the hereafter, Can you help the Grim Reaper Grand Templar? What does he want, your head denunciator? Fags! To calm his temper! Just take me; my life here is just crepuscular!
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The computer contributed to the mental confusion, stubbornly stopping me from saving files.
Eventually, after the fourth Ccleaning session, I circumvented some of the photo refusals by grouping some together and making them minuscule. And it worked!
I thought this was the solution. I tried again with others, and not only did it not save them, but it deleted the ones I was trying to save them as! So I lost some more of them. Frustrated is not a strong enough word! The day did not start well. I got up at 07:15hrs. I’ve been getting up later for some reason. The night pouch was far too deep, a colour to my liking. Searching the nurse’s bags to find a mesh catheter pouch holder took me so long. And proved to be another of my many, varied multitude of failures. The door chime chimed. Carer Sam came in. The medications were sorted, the diabetic socks sorted, and a short natter was enjoyed. The Kodak Camera was in a temperamental mood. It kept telling me each time I returned the card from the computer to the camera that it needed Formatting. But this will erase all content on the SD card!
All I could do was to take it out and put it back in again, sometimes up to 8 times!
I shot the room to see if it worked this time. Then I took a snap of my beloved tree copse. Unfortunately, it will soon be bare of leaves. Bootiful!
I got the ablutions sorted. One gigantic mega-torpedo with rear-end splitting capabilities! (Haha! I don’t know why I laughed then; it wasn’t funny!)
Two little tiny nicks shaving that oddly took ages to stop bleeding. The amount of Brut needed surprised me. Maybe my INR level is a bit high? When I stepped out of the bowl of antiseptic-disinfected water that I’d been standing in a while shaving, panged like crazy, and this, at only raising the leg about 2 feet to clear the bowl. Odd that! I Phorpain gelled both Cartilages and Arthur Itis’s knees. Got the olive Oil in both earholes. Blephagelled the right… no, left eye, and sprayed both. Then I rubbed the barrier cream on the arms, hanging belly, and base of Little Inchy. The blotches and spots had returned above each eye, so they also got some barrier-creaming. I added some Germolene on top.
Poor Little Inchie was the next job to tackle. Left till last again, you notice. Maybe I enjoy pain. What’s the word I want? Maybe I’m a masochist, is it? I’m sure Little Inchie shrivels up even more when he sees the tube coming his way. I went to the kitchen, got the earhole sprayer, and gave both ear canals a good blast of purified water. I cut some Warfarin tablets in half for the Caregivers to use on their morning calls. The dosage is currently 1½ every day until the next test on Monday, November 25th. I think. I scribbled some notes of the day on the reminder pad and made a mug of tea using JS Extra Strong and Thompson’s Punjana tea bag. It tasted delicious!
They started coming at me as soon as I got on the computer. After this, they rarely gave me a rest. And here I am, trying to write this at 0950hrs tomorrow morning, with nothing added to the memory notes from here on. It felt like an instant change from being somewhat with it to being unsure of what I was doing. I’ll mention this to the nurse on Monday at the surgery. That’s something else that concerns me; three carers said they would try to get through to Easy-Link for me and get back to me to see if they can do me a lift. I’ve heard nothing. So, I must walk to the surgery and back on Monday (tomorrow). I’m told it’s not their job to ring up for me. I ask them to, cause of the mistakes I’ve made in the past with mishearing what they say on the phone. Face-to-face is a lot easier, but I’ve had trouble using a telephone or mobile since the stroke. Now that the landlines have gone ‘Fibre’, catching everything said over the phone is more challenging than ever. I’ll not bother them again. I felt guilty asking them in the first place.
Anyway, I managed last Tuesday without a lift. It about crippled me with the effects of the hypos. Hehe! I hope the RSV jab is kinder to me than the Covid & Flu ones were.
I had the microwave heat-and-eat dishes arrive. It said to avoid staining the pot, do not cook tomato sauces, baked beans, or fatty foods.
I was going to have some lamburgers. Carer Joanne said they are cookable in the air fryer. But because I wanted to try the microwave pots, I put a readymade meal and some cooked beef in a pot and cooked them for 6 minutes in the microwave. I lost the photo along with all the others, eaten by the computer. The meal looked okay and smelt fine. But oh, dear, it tasted terrible. The first time I used the microwave dish, I left it stained already.
The Grim Reaper paid another call; he’s named Zit, This is the second time this month he’s paid a visit, He smelt of death and vinaigrette… He went on about heaven & hell both being illicit, Hell? he thought I’d cope better with it, Heaven: I wouldn’t last for a minute … Hell holds politicians and people who are Oligarchic, He offered me a different course of action, He can arrange the Time Lord option, He’s willing to assist me get a Grim Reaper adoption, But to qualify, I must commit an abomination! “Must I rob a bank or do an abduction?” You must kill; your best bet is an assassination… “That’s no problem if it’s a politician”, “Knocking off our PM would be a pleasure, Do you mean Keir Starmer? “He’s a pensioner plunderer!” “A liar by omission & deceiver!” “He’s more of a hoodwinker than a wisecracker!” Great, get it done sooner, not later… You’re due to snuff it this December! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
ON THE MEND NOW! Despite my inability to stay asleep for more than ten minutes, I’d been engulfed in the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop bought, second-hand, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy & dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of, Catheter-tube-trapping, recliner for hours & hours. Slowly, the pains from my left arm had dwindled, and my right arm was hardly noticeable. The dizziness was less frequent, and I was feeling much better now. Shivering was the only ailment, any bother. Naturally, Cartilage Carol and Chloe still gave the impression that they would give way, but they’ve been doing that for months. It’s been a while since my last visit to the , at least I think it has. I felt a lot more savvy with it this morning.
The night pouch seemed to be fuller than usual. If I recall correctly, I asked the Carer to put it on earlier than normal. I can’t remember why. I wobble into the kitchen, planning to check things and get the ablutions sorted. But No! The hot water tap had been left running for 6 hours. It was only dribbling, but enough for the water to be stone cold! For once, I don’t think I can be blamed. I did not go in the kitchen at all yesterday afternoon or night.
So, no ablutioning could be done. I did try using the Porcelain Throne NO MOVEMENT! Then I went back to the kitchenette. And I took these snaps of the morning view on offer.
Carer Richard arrived as I was doing the pictureless Wednesday blog. I remembered telling him that the prescriptions had been picked up and telling him a short tale of the events on Tuesday. I asked each carer to please let him know that I’d got the medicines to save him from going to collect them. But he said no one told him. I’m glad but surprised that I remembered it now.
The J. Sainsbury order arrived while Richard was here. I got it put away before I thought about photographing anything. Richard helped me carry the bags to the kitchen.
So I nipped around, taking these shots on the left.
Top one Frikadellens in the fridge. Next, Golonkowa and sausages are in the fridge. Then, some cut-price burgers and beef in gravy were also in the fridge. Drinks, ready-made meals, cream cakes for the warden’s treat, and a jar of black bean sauce were also included. Then, there are yoghourts, lemon curd, and lemon & lime flavours. And the Vegemite. I topped up the nurse’s drinkie shelf. Not, I’d got myself some cans of shandy.
Imitation gurgling sounds came from the innards; I shot back to the wet room. Well, that was a pointless effort. Not a sausage! Pain & blood, Yes! Hehehe!
When Carer Sham left in the afternoon, I realised that had been so kind to me over the last day and a half while I was out of it and feeling rough. It was her returning with a vengeance that made me realise. Suddenly, I was struggling to concentrate again. I also realised how well I had done with the blog. It all changed! At least was being kind to me. I may regret saying that later!
Would any of my hundreds of fans, either of you, like to guess what this photo is of? I ask cause I can’t remember taking it or where or why?
It’s getting hard work now with the mind-blanks.
Warders Julie & Deans popped in to see me. Then I received a call from someone convinced I was someone called Trevor. I tried to keep calm about his insistence on swearing and telling me not to be such a wanker. He may well have been intoxicated or on drugs, and maybe he’s rang the wrong number. I hope.
I ordered some microwave heat and eat plates. I don’t think I’ll be able to get the cooker removed and replaced anytime soon, so I don’t want to spend any money on it. Getting the computer sorted out is my priority. Hopefully, I can manage these pots with the microwave and air-cooker.
I took these snaps of the kitchen view. It was getting dark and a smidge misty, but I tried to capture the changing colours of the trees and bushes.
Hello, I’m off to the often-visited WC in the wet room yet again!
Same result, NOW OUT!
Carer Chris did the tea-time call. He was in a rush, he’ll be doing the late call too.
Ging to sign off now and get something to eat.A can of tomatoes, bacon and bread, methinks. Back in the morning. I took these shots while I was cooking. I like it when the photographs depict the sky as having a brown hue. It does it sometimes in the morning as well. Of course, it’s most likely due to something I keep doing repeatedly wrong photographically.
The meal: Tomatoes, black bean sauce, red onions sliced in, and some smoked streaky bacon. Brown & wholemeal cobs, and after digesting the feast, Carer Christopher arrived. The little monkey ran his fingernails along the soles of my feet again when he took of my diabetic socks. I’ve asked him not to. Hehe! But he seems to enjoy doing it. (Joking, I don’t want anyone to read this and think otherwise)
No electricity bills – it’s been cut off! Now, can everyone stop labelling me a crook, pensioner-pincher?
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The first visit to the WC was a Constipation Conrad torpedo of mammoth proportions, which pleased me, given the upcoming medical visits later today. There is less chance of embarrassment from any leaks.
I got on the computer to finish Monday’s blog. Then, most surprisingly, I was summoned to the porcelain Throne again. I was even more amazed at Trotsky Terence in control again! Which made me feel a fool for mentioning how pleased I was with Constipation Conrad. Now, I think the opposite. Coping with the bloody catheter is bad enough, especially with having to wear trousers again, the first time in months. I regained the worry over any leaks from the catheter or it filling up while I was out; now I fear things may escape from the rear end! I pressed on with starting this blog. And half an hour into the job – unbloody-believable!
This third visit was messy and ultra-gooey in the extreme! It’s a good job that I have plenty of toilet paper and air freshener to hand in the wet room. Now, I worry about the bus journeys to and from the medics. Can I avoid any getting on and off of the bus? Will there be any waiting for what is needed? That will give it more time to leak or burst on the bus or during surgery. And walking is not an option anymore. That would take me an hour each way and almost guarantee an on the trips to and from Sherwood. It turned out to be a lot longer.
Stopping here, wait for the caregiver, put on socks, take medications, and then do the ablutions. Then, sort out what is needed for the trip and leave before midday for the surgery: bus pass, collapsable walking stick, Medical card, appointment card, and log book. Empty the catheter bag, wear new PPs, and wear trousers. Oh, and hearing aids and put on long-distance spectacles.+ Keys.
It’s all a challenge that no one should have to go through. But, with no one to help, I must sort it out myself.
Life can be a @?*⇓⊗! No! Life is a @?*⇓⊗!.
Care Christopher arrived and put on my socks. He also took the laundry bag at my request. I haven’t received it yet, but it’s only been 25 hours so far. Oh, I get them back.
Care Sam came later. She could see the state I was in with my nerves. She kindly helped me get the things together for the journey-to-hell send-back. (Well, it was a struggle, as I hope you will read about later.) Sam kindly walked me to the bus stop, which was kind of her. When leaving the flat, she returned to get my hat, which I had forgotten to put on. But, waiting for the bus, I remembered the last time I went on one and fell getting onto the bus, and then off of it!
I chickened out and walked down Winchester Street Hill into Sherwood, carefully and slowly. The famously cracked pavements were now covered with leaves in sheltered areas, and it was difficult to manoeuvre the three-wheeled-walker when hitting leaf-covered potholes. No falls yet. I reached the bottom of Winchester Street and went up Mansfield Road to the supposedly arranged flu jab at the top chemist. On the way up the hill, I called in the Co-op and got some food. As I walked up towards the chemist, the atmosphere was bleak. Nine people on that short stretch of the incline sat in closed shop doorways with the traditional pot of coffee, begging and giving out depressing stares that could melt you if you looked back at them. Poor devils or con men?
I plodded up the hill to the chemists, taking my time so I wasn’t too early for the flu jab appointment. Whoopsiedangleplop. The lady said I was not booked for a jab, and anyway, the lady who does them is not in on Tuesdays. I explained that my caregiver had rung to make the appointment, but she may have made it at a different chemist. I might not have explained which one very carefully. I think I was in a mini-seizure when she made the calls. She recommended I try the bottom chemist, a quarter of a mile down the hill and almost up the high point on the right. So I began the long trek down and up Mansfield Road to the second chemist to investigate. I got so far down and remembered there was a chemist to the north that the Carer might have booked me in with. Turned around, passing the Co-op and first chemist back up the hill and down to the Daybrook Chemist. I was feeling knackered by then! Got there. So, back up the Mansfield Road Hill to Sherwood, down through Sherwood to the chemist.
Nope, I wasn’t booked in with him either. He rang other chemists without any luck. But Carrington Chemist could do me now and give me the COVID-19 jab.
It was another dangerous trip over the hill and down into Carrington. Before crossing any roads, the pavements and high steps on that route need working out.
Finally, I got there and was told they would not start the injections for 20 minutes. ‘Take a seat’; I was told in a way that dared not take one. So, I sat down, knowing the agony I’d be in when standing up again from Cartilages Chloe & Carole! With all the walking and hobbling, fighting to keep three-wheeled-walker-wally from tipping over, that I’d done.
I was first in the queue, though. I got into the treatment room. The lady said she could not give me the DVT procedure but did give me the COVID and Flu jabs. An assistant stopped me on my way out. She had some Prescriptions that I could take with me. Which, hopefully, will mean Carer Richard will not have to fetch them for me this week. I must remember to tell the Carers later on about this.
Then, the long slog back up the Mansfield Road hill and down into Sherwood began.
I crossed the road to return on that side, thinking the pavements might be easier to navigate. They weren’t. I pressed on steadily and carefully.
I did not experience arm pain, but there were plenty from the Cartilages. The arm aches started when I got into the flat. I called into the continental shop and got some food. Then, I finally reached the bottom of Winchester Street. I have no idea of the bus timings nowadays, so I hastened… Haha! And hobbled up Winchester to the bus stop.
Luckily a bus was due in six minutes.
I stood up on the bus. I didn’t want to start Chloe and Carole off again. The arms were twinging a little now, not as bad as later on, and in the morning, Wow!
Gt in the flats, said hello to Warden Julie as I passed, and up to the flat. Food & sleep, I’m sure, were primarily on my mind.
And boy, after eating, (I took a snap of the meal as I recall, and the batteries ran out in Kodak Tim. Did I sleep? Yep! I slept for about 14 hours!
I was so chuffed with my handling all of the confusion, Although, at times, it seemed like a hallucination, Sorting the chemistas out crippled my bunion! I felt like I’d walked to and back from Euston! It was painful to free myself from inaction, I suffered incapacitation but had an incarnation. Despite the pain from the Covid and Flu injections, And having to face averbal inquisition, I say this with no doubts but justification…
I believe this should/could be achievable…
Twice a week, if the weather is allowable…
I’ll take a walk around the flats, well, a hobble!
It may be stopped by Bunion Baz or Cartilage Carol,
Inchies, Fungal lesion, Diabetes, things Peripheral,
Seizures Sandra, Sham’s Shocks electrical,
No problem, I can always reschedule!
The hobble will naturally start off ephemeral…
If this goes well, and my body is permissible,
Although these plans sound frangible…
My new power may make them possible!
Lance Francis, 25, received the longest sentence of 14 years after being convicted of riot and arson with intent to endanger life. Reiss Wilson, 21, was jailed for 12 years. Wilson admitted riot, perverting the course of justice and arson being reckless as to whether life is endangered. Curtis Dejean, 19, was detained for 10 years. Callum Powell, 20, of Jarrow Gardens, Top Valley, was found guilty of rioting and sentenced to five-and-a-half years in a young offenders’ institute. Shaundrie Robinson, 22, of Scotholme Avenue, Hyson Green, was also found guilty of rioting and jailed for five years. Gregory Coleman, 20, of Broxtowe, was found guilty of rioting and sentenced to five years in a young offenders’ institute. Anthony Edwards, 24, of Noel Street, Hyson Green, admitted to riot and was jailed for three years and nine months. Ashton Alexander, 19, of Radford Road, New Basford, admitted rioting and was sentenced to four years in a young offenders’ institute. Harrison McCalla, 21, of Carlswark Gardens, Top Valley, admitted to riot, jailed for four-and-a-half years. Lucas Stapleton, 18, of Dulwich Road, Radford, admitted rioting and was sentenced to two years and nine months in a young offenders’ institute. Ricardo Cotteral, 23, of Basford Road, Basford, admitted to violent disorder and was jailed for three years. Bobby Muers, 18, of Caunton Avenue, St Ann’s, admitted violent disorder, sentenced to 15 months in youth custody. Kaiden Howell, 16, of St Ann’s, admitted violent disorder and was sentenced to six months’ detention and training. Marcus Wynter, 16, of St Ann’s, admitted violent disorder, sentenced to four month’s detention and training. Shaundre Robinson, 22, of Scotholme Avenue, Hyson Green, received five years in prison. Kaiden Howell, 16, of Eccles Way, St Ann’s, pleaded guilty to violent disorder and was jailed for six months. These young lads sent down are all out now, free once again to commit more crimes. Of these eight, they tell me that six are back in the lock-up. And all eight have offended again. They seem to be just as violent as before. Attempted murder, arson, murder, stabbing, rape, drug offences, and having offensive weapons in public.
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.- – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – What an odd night’s sleep last night.
I’m sure that the moments between waking up with a jump were followed by a dream. I felt so unsettled each time, but I cannot now recall anything about their disturbing contents.
I soon remembered that DVT Warfarin Nurse Hristina was coming this morning to take some blood for testing.
About 06:15hrs, I rose slowly from the slumber and limped off to the wet room to get a wash & shave.
Constipation Conrad was back in full charge of the action again. One gigantic torpedo, followed immediately by golf ball-sized, sea-mine-shaped lump. The contents had three distinctly different colours. Mostly Kharki, with bits of black and red from the blood that trickled out. Damned painful!
It was too early to use the noisy shower, so I had a good stand-up wash and shave. The Razors scored a few nicks and cuts, but the Brut stopped the blood flow.
I went to get the kettle on and took this poor shot of the view from the kitchenette window.
Shaking Shaun visited me at the wrong time. Tsk!
Kicked-off, nice and steady at first.
But she soon got into one of the persistent rhythms, and I was all over the place mentally. I don’t know how I managed to get things done, albeit mostly wrongly, and I need corrections.
I’m sure things were not helped by the pain from causing a lot of bleeding this afternoon. I gave out the odd, Argh! Ooh & naughty words.
Carer Richard did the first call. Carer Chloe the second. And Carer Joanne popped in with the washing she does for me, bless her, the thin, long nightshirts that cannot go in a washer. She even hung them up for me (she has a catheter, so she knows the pain that a catheter can inflict ♥) and said she would try to contact Easy Link to sort out a lift for next Monday for me to go to and back from the DVT test to see if I need an operation… not that I’d live long enough with the length of the waiting list. Haha!
I may not have time to write a blog tomorrow, so I will see if I can start on it tonight. A cartoon and an Ode would be better than nothing. I can always post it if the medications don’t do what they did to me last time. (I’m having the flu jab as well.) I think I slept for 22 hours after the jab the previous time.
Earlier End Views are allowed to save! YeeHaa!. The end car park. The Tree Copse.
Can’t remember, but this may have been from yesterday.
I’m getting hungry now. I’ll get a meal, and if anything happens and it lets me put photos on, I’ll catch up in the morning. Oh, no, I’ll not have time. Well, if I get up early enough, I’ll have time. I’m struggling here. What I’ll be like after the jab, I don’t know. I hope they do the procedure if needed, that is, first, and then after the jab, I can rush back here to fall asleep for a day, just like last year.
TTFN – Back in the morning.
Good Morning! Tuesday A.M.
04:10hrs: Lousy sleep. I got up and struggled with getting the night pouch off. I sorted the waste bags; I must remember to ask the Carer to take the laundry bag; it’s full already.
I got on the computer to try to finish this blog. I hope there is time for me to start on Tuesdays. I have to sort the medication, bus pass, ablutions, and get dressed. I haven’t been out for that long; I’ve forgotten the bus times. I hope the catheter bag does not fill up while I’m out and about. Also, Arthur Itsis, Anne Gyns, Cartilages Cathy, and Chloe don’t play up with this sudden-to-them exercise. Hehe!
I’m praying that Sandra’s Seizures don’t kick off when I’m getting on or off the bus or in traffic.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – He should have put ‘one word to describe this ode.’ Tsk! Someone entered my flat, saying he was an alien… I thought, surely this is an aberration? I said you look like an Abyssinian, He replied; The universe is my dominion… I quipped, our leader lives in London… Did you misjudge your landing? He didn’t act like an authoritarian, “I’m the Universal disciplinarian!… To speak with you, cause of your acumen”,
I can’t cope with decisioning or botheration…
I have arithmaphobia, & am mentally broken!
But on the internet, you always log on!
Well, yes, Sir, I’ve put myself up for adoption,
Sir? Just address me as Zon,
Is that your name, Son?
No, it’s Starmer-The Holy-One… Jesus, I’m worried about mankind’s preservation, Well, you didn’t help the Indians on the reservation! And what about the Jews and the Ukrainians? Mankind evolved during experiments on plankton, To the heavens, they are now an abomination, So what can I do, Zon? You are the new chosen one! How did I get in the line of succession?… No, I’m too old, ready for heaven… Zon faded into the ether, saying Untermenschen! The alarm woke me up just before seven… Well, that dream was full of diversification! – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I’m not joking; I scribbled this ode while having a Seizure. Now, can I get help from a neurologist doctor? Hehe!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – -. The Prime Minister wrote on X: “Congratulations, Kemi Badenoch, on becoming the Conservative Party’s new leader. The first black leader of a Westminster party is a proud moment for our country. I look forward to working with you and your party in the interests of the British people.” (Not pensioners, of course) Reading Starmers’ false-hearted comments, I felt nauseated. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Computer Cock-ups Galore.
Repeated Seizures had me seething.
Stuttering-Stephanie made communications silly!
Computer farce with saving the photos!
The hot water tap was left running cold again!
Iceland Delivery came.
CorelDraw is going so slow that I’m concerned.
Another rush job to get this blog done. Carer Joanne is feeling better – Hurrah! Goood News…
Frighteningly dark urine in the nocturnal bag!.
Another bit of good and bad news.
Good: The new wire washing sheets work wonders on the hobs of the cooker cleaning.
Bad: I need a new cooker!,
The Iceland delivery arrived.
I took this snap of the carrier bags in my super-massive hallway (Hehe!) I could see some objects formed by the bags. Can you see anything in there?
Pareidoliaer wise?
Got the fridge filled a bit now.
The Pukka pies are a new product.
Made to be cooked in the microwave.
That’ll do me with the cooker now
kaputt and deceased.
Carer Chris did the first call.
Before starting the blog, I popped into the balcony to see if anything would be worth photoing and was greeted with
Seagull poo down the glass! Humph!
The seizures, although no long ones today, were coming to regularly for my liking. It may not be the case, but I felt I took much longer to overcome each one.
The doctor did say things would only get worse.
A great choice was in the fridge if I fancied a sarnie to nibble on yeast extract, Asda, and Vegemite. They are also good as flavouring in some meals, the ones I used to make using the oven that I can no longer do due to the demise of the oven. I’ve only had it for… Ah, yes. I think it was 2008 when I bought it. I can’t get another one until the funds build up. But, I’ve got the microwave and a diddy air-fryer, so I’ll be able to cope with my usual aplomb and calm, capably copeable manner as I do with these things.
When Carer Joanne came in, I chirped tremendously. After I asked her how she felt, she said she felt much better today. Great!
At least there was no rushing to get to the Porcelain Throne in time and being late this time. I did hit my shoulder on the doorframe, entering the wet room. I never used to do this when I had a cataract problem. This Glaucoma Gladys ailment must be worse than the cataract? But, they tell me it will be treated with a laser, in the same way, but it will take a lot longer, and I’ll have to take someone, relative, friend or caregiver with me to have the procedure at the hospital. No relative or friend to help, so a costly carer is the option. But the hospital has to write in the appointment that I ‘Have’ to bring a carer with me, and not just say they advise me to get one.
When I had the cataract done, they struggled to get cover for someone to come with me. The carer who came could not stay waiting for me and left. But she was very kind and left me notes with a nurse on what I had to do when I got home. I’d got a lift that day with Easy-Link. I think the young lady carer was either finishing a shift before coming with me or had a chance to start. Nice gal. She did her best, thank you gal. I waffled again there! I’m a rare but good waffler when I get someone to listen to me. Haha!
Much to my surprise, the computer, which had been a bugger for not letting me save things, allowed me to save last night’s sunset views that I tried and failed to go two or three times yesterday. YeeHaa! Not a bad selection. Then, it was back once again to visit the .
I needed to rush a little more this time, and I’m so glad I did!
It was a close call, but I can cope with them after having three ‘got-there-too-late events over the week.
A bit of a worry was discovered on this visit. was oozing blood a smidge worryingly. I had to change the protective pants; they were stained a lot. I’ll have to check this more regularly. It’s never bled so much before. Well, having said that, it has been worse, but that was when I fell off the bus at the bottom of Winchester Street and got myself tangled up in my own walker. I can remember how some kind of people came to my rescue. One lady said how pale I looked, I said I was on my way to the dentist and she walked me up to the surgery. Such a kind, appreciated gesture. ♥ I could not believe it myself, but as I came out of the dentist and got to the bus shelter, a bus came straight away, and I tripped getting onto the bus. That was a while ago, but the memory is still evident.
I tried again to get more Bookmarks on the bar. But started again, some, most, only latest for seconds. It destroyed what bit of concentration & confidence I had. It was getting late, and I gave up.
The meal was not really a meal. I felt so drained, too much to start cooking, especially with the microwave I’m not used to using. So I made two ready-sliced baps, sliced tomatoes, sea salt, and Marmite. I had a bag of Frazzles with it, and I sat down to watch some football on the TV. Do you know, I really enjoyed it! I had it on a paper plate, so there was no washing up to do. Hahaha!
About ten minutes into the game, I drifted off into Sweet Abvilion. Zzz! I woke up with the usual jerking neck, what seemed like every other ten minutes. I gave up on the TV as well. I sorted the night pouch and struggled into the bed, where I just carried on nodding and waking up for the next four hours. Then I gave up on that, too.
I finished this in the late morning. I was still coughing & yawning! The fungal lesion had blood pouring… Which wasn’t too assuring… My mind was busy bolixing! So, please do your best to get some relaxing, And get some extra rest in, The last tip I am offering… Carrots help your brain in calibrating!
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I think there must be someone high up there, Who decided who would or would not have hair, A sort of overlord, Tsar or Universal Emporer, Who decided what would be unfair or fair… Created humankind, including Pol Pot & Hitler, Mugabe, Stalin, Putin, so many experts in tyranny, Giving his creations free will was undoubtedly silly. National leaders full of thimbleriggery, Thus, we have wars, dictators and seigniory, Nations ruled discretely by the oligarchy, Dominated in the name of greed, sinfully, I see the end of Earthlings… undoubtedly, Did he/she mean to create humankind’s ubiquity? Was he/she mistaken in giving us free will? Maybe! Why bother at all? Was it experimentally? A challenge from the boss of the next galaxy? Was Earth ever meant to be cruelly umpty? Should it have been mankind-free? If accurate, Adam & Eve are the ones guilty! I was going to muse over Starmer, you see… But I’ve got to go for another urinoscopy,
Not that I’ll ever again manually pee!
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So far behind. Going to be a cut-short version.
Morning views.
Ablutions carried out. 3 tiny cuts shaving. Little Inchie fungal lesion bleeding. Shaking Shoulder Shirley throughout the session. Porcelain Throne painful, bloody and yet messy as well? Beats me!
08:45: The caregiver arrived. He had been delayed somewhere and was in a rush to catch up. I forgot to ask him to put on the diabetic socks for me. I’m blooming cold! Hehe!
Computer on. Update from Windows, update from WordPress and update from CorelDraw.
The browser froze again.
I still hadn’t got the browser available. Carer Joanne did the midday call. (I gave her a gentle hug and a kiss) Joanne put on the new socks for me—bless her. THe hospital kept her in on her visit. The test showed various levels tested for to be too high or low. (Catheter-needing problems, so painful). Gladly, she is out again, obviously. Super news! XXX
I’m assuming here cause the timings etc., could well be all too cocked up, as I spent so long getting the computer to restart and work, I did not make any notes on the reminder pad.
Took these close-ups of the local residences.
The Browser played up again, and an update took a long time. So, I took some more Kodak photos.
The DVT Nurse Hristina rang. I think she said that she would be calling on Monday around 08:00hrs. The reason for my uncertainty is that a mammoth seizure, the longest I’ve ever had, came over me after I put the phone down.
When things clicked back in with me, I’d been working on the computer and making a hash of it. It took me hours to make things right. Then when I went on CorelDraw, I found I’d done the same there. I’d also saved some photos, not many, but they were saved all over the place, and again, a lot of time was lost searching for them to use, as the computer had stopped allowing me to save again. That needed me to use the Ccleaner; by the time I got the long-winded procedure over with, I’d forgotten where I was before! Depressions Dawned!
These seizures are a fantastic thing to understand. They can come on for seconds without me even realising, or like this one did, for hours. I merrily press on, no idea what I’m doing or have done. A sort of… erm, I’m not sure how to describe it.
If the telephone rings, the door chimes, or anyone comes in the room, I’m instantly back in the running, aware, almost alert. But this is often reversed when I find the things I’d been doing that I’d forgotten about. One such instance today was when Chris left after the evening call. I found a paper dish with crumbs in it, and it was warm on the side of the sink. I must have heated it up in the microwave and eaten it; no food was in the bin. This morning, I realised the cornish pastie was not in the fridge… it must have been in my tummy? Hahaha!
This may be why I often go to the fridge to get something and find it is not there? Worralife!
I assume it could be linked to or spurred on by FND. Neuropathic Myoclonus: (sudden, brief involuntary twitching or jerking of a muscle or group of muscles. The twitching cannot be stopped or controlled by the person experiencing it.
All these are linked to Peripheral Neuropathy, which itself is caused by one’s Neurotransmitter’s dying. This causes problems for the brain to read the messages being sent to it, and often, the brain gets confused and responds with the wrong responses.
It’s challenging to master cooking in a microwave.
– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – INCHY’S POLITICAL ODE HMG stuttering and Starmering,
Bad manners seem to be amplifying, Murders, knifings, people dying, Pensioners, children, starving, HMG is uncaring, but angering, Involved with lying backhanding, No chance of the gloom alleviating, They’ve done nowt worth applauding, Their compassion needs reactivating, HMG’s good at pensioner annihilating, Accepting freebies, their wallets filling, If Nye Bevan is looking down from heaven, He was Labour’s best; what’s he thinking? Of new Labour’s cabinet bickering? Of their huffing, lying, cheating? Most of them have bank balances bulging, The Tories, after their election thwacking, Not admitting the defeat was embarrassing? With Labour split and arguing, The future for the UK is spine-chilling.
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This blog was not started until late last night.
More power failures. Mind-Mangling-Malcolm, perhaps the busiest day of the week… so far. The mini-seizures came in floods that lasted from a minute to fifteen. With a decent break in between. Of course, the power cuts lost me work done each time. And the biggest cock-up was my fault.
After a power cut and signing in everywhere again, I was getting caught up again and had this idea to remove some of the bookmarks I no longer use so that more of what I use can be seen. Ahem! I lost the lot! Try as I did, I could not get them back. I searched for how to make a restore point; that was before I made the cock-up. It seemed relatively followable, even for a Dumbo like me. It wasn’t!
A) Op[en Control Panel – So I did.
B) Open Recovery
C) Open System Restore. – So I did.
D) Select Next – So I did.
E) Choose Restore Point. – So I did.
Then another window opened, telling me I didn’t have a restore point to change!
F) Scan for affected programmes.
No idea what that would do, so I started the procedure again.
A) Open Control Panel – So I did.
B) Open Recovery
C) Open System Restore. – So I did.
D) Select Next – So I did.
E) Choose Restore Point. – So I did.
Then another window opened, telling me I didn’t have a restore point to change!
F) Scan for affected programmes.
So I never got as far as the other instructions, which were.
G) Choose restore point – It wouldn’t let me.
H) Select finish – It wouldn’t let me.
I) Click ‘Yes’ to restart.
I suppose my being digitally illiterate, non-tech-savvy, technologically challenged, Technology-averse, computer-inept, thick as two planks, technophobic, electronically apprehensive, and Glaucoma Gladys may have contributed to the resulting frailness of my attempted solving of the issue.
I put the ones I could remember on the bar, one at a time. It cost me two hours! So bear with me; I might get this done for you by Christmas. Hahaha! Still, in the morning (this morning), the computer allowed me to upload a greater percentage of photos and graphics onto WordPress until the Computer… well, the browser crashed!
Such a lot happened, but it’s all a jumble. Still, I did write some barely readable scribbled notes on the memory pad to use, but I’ll have to be quick. Please forgive any errors… well, I mean the errors. Although they didn’t all get on, photos can help me chronologically.
Had I known or even had an inkling of how the day would go, I’d not have bothered getting up in the first place!
As I write this on October 1st, I wonder what happened in history on this date. I’ll have a look.
Today in History
1993 Maastricht Treaty came into force. That created a common currency, the Euro, for European Union countries came into force
1955 United Airlines Flight 629 blows up over Colorado; A bomb hidden in checked luggage of United Airlines Flight 629 exploded over Longmont, Colorado, killing all 44 people on board.
1952: The first giant hydrogen bomb was tested by the U.S. On the Eniwetrok atoll.
1911 First bomb dropped from an aircraft: Before this, bombs were dropped using unmanned balloons. The first bomb launched from an aeroplane was used by the Italians in the Italo-Turkish War.
1957: Inchy got his first part-time job. As a gas streetlamp lighter & snuffer.
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The first sky photos were taken at about 05:00hrs.
Constipation Conrad was clearly clinging to control of the evacuation… well, non-evacuation! Several false alarms throughout the busy day. Finally, I had a passing, but not until 23:00hrs!
Got the stand-up wash & shave done (3 teeny-weeny cuts). Carer Christopher came calling. I asked him to show me how to reset the power box, as I was sure I’d need to.
Jenny called to see if I’d had any more power losses. I told her about last night’s. She will speak to the Wardens about it. Window Cleaner Joe arrived, flashed through the job, and was off. He’s a good lad, and he likes lighting and cleaning windows. You’d be lost without him doing it.
I finally got on the computer, but not for long. The electricity gave up the ghost one more time. I rang Jenny, who again called Deana. I went hopefully to the wet room, and there was no activity again.
ILC (Independent Living Coordinator), Oberstgrüppenfuhreress Warden, Primo Ballerina, Deana, ILC (Independent Living Coordinator) Generaloberstess, Ice skating champion florist, and Warden Julie came in. They got the lights back on and investigated the cause of the failures, asking me to recall exactly what I was doing each time the electricity went off. Did they really expect me… Me, to remember? Hehe!
They deemed that the kettle was the bother, and Deana got the new kettle off of the top cupboard for me, took it out of the box, and tried boiling some water. There was no cut-outs. Thus they thought the problem was solved. It was the old kettle causing the blackouts. Later in the day, at about the same time as it did yesterday, at about 19:00hrs, I think, I turned on the hob… total darkness dawned! But no problem as I anticipated this, and I had the mobile phone and wind-up torch in my dressing gown pockets.
(Smug-Mode-Considered).
I phoned Jenny to let her know, but I didn’t want her to come up again. I put Christopher (on his evening call) on the mobile, as Jenny wanted to speak to him.
Jenny is so good to me. ♥
The photos and graphics were saved again. Yehaa!
This one I took earlier. Two of the three pairs of slippers I have. Excessive, you think? Not for an old fart with a that gets more leaks than a leek farmer! I reckon the slippers (left-foot ones) have been filled with leaking urine from the dodgy closure click so many times; it’s becoming almost expected nowadays. The shaggy brown ones once, the Tartan ones three times, and the ribbed brown ones twice! Do you think the Doctor will give me a prescription for some new ones?
Am I Lucky or What? I checked on the delivery of the steel cleaning cloths. I bought them to clean the cooker hob that had been messed up when I left a pan on the light and fell asleep. Of course, there was no rush for them now, as a new cooker would be needed and the old one would be too dangerous to use. No oven chips, roast potatoes, cheesy baked potatoes, Chilli, or bacon… I’m upsetting myself now. Just the microwave to use. Not enough room to fill the holes in my teeth, let alone make a meal! Not the same, is it? Depressed? Me? What? Yes!
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I gave up on the computer. Heaven knows when I’ll finish this blog, let alone start tomorrow! I lurked around the hallway and opened the wet room door to hear the anticipated intercom when the delivery driver pressed the bell to open the door. But it didn’t happen.
I booted the computer again to check the Amazon site. It told me my parcel had been delivered and put through my letterbox! I went to the door to investigate. Nope, nothing there. I thought they may have dropped it in the lobby, which frequently happens. I went down to the front lobby but could not see anything there. I could go through the door into the outer lobby, as I had not got the keys and fob to get back in. But I could not see any parcels outside; it was pitch black anyway, so if the van was there or not, I didn’t know.
I returned to the twelfth floor and into the flat and tried to contact Amazon. Have you ever had to do that?
There’s more chance of Killer Starmer giving back the Winter Fuel Payment he stole from the pensioners than of getting through to talk to someone at Amazon. I made good progress despite not getting through all the way. I got to someone called something like a delivery organiser and clicked on a link to go to a supply organiser. Another link clicked to someone else, and I got a message back. If the problem has not been resolved within 24 hours, you can contact us again. Huh, Thanks!
I was digesting this cunning message and admiring how cleverly they avoided anyone voicing opposition to Amazon’s inability to control things. Then the door chime chimed out. I thought this might be the delivery!
It was, being delivered to me by another tenant, who had got the same messages about his parcel, and of course, there was nothing in his letterbox either. He’d been down to the lobby and found his and my parcels in the unprotected outer lobby! And he’d kindly bring them up and drop mine off for me. We were disgusted and showed our feelings about Amazon, which included a few mild verbal rantings.
Depressed? Me? What? Yes!
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I made the very belated meal using the microwave.
A ready-made meal. Beef in black bean sauce. I added some extra-cooked beef, red onions, more black bean sauce from a jar, oregano, and liquid smoke. I mixed it up in the only microwave bowl I had and cooked it for six minutes on the high-level rating. Delish!
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– – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – I don’t want anyone to think I’m jealous of their wealth & power. Or that could gladly assassinate the pensioner-killer Starmer for his heartless crippling and murdering pensioners by taking away their winter fuel allowance. Or his lying by omission to get elected. Or, his taking back-handers worth hundreds of thousands of pounds. His bland, conceited, self-wealth improving, voter-contempt, but I am.
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After yet another night of jumping awake, at 05:00, I gave up trying for the elusive sleep, and I gingerly removed the nocturnal catheter pouch, grabbed a hold of and off to the kitchen for safety checks and got the kettle on. The taps, cooker and fridge looked okay, and I had what must have been one of the longest-ever bubbly-sounding passings of wind that I can ever remember. It was pongy and two-tone at times! I diverted to the wet room without any delay.
I got seated, but nothing more than wind came out for ages. Once the motion began, I thought that would never end!
It was like wet mud to look at in the bowl. This time, it was three-coloured: black spots with light and dark brown.
Cleaning it up took me years. I managed to knock over, and he fell against the floor cabinet. I then had one less bottle of the Glaucoma Latanoprost eye drops; the cap shot off.
MAYHEM – POWER CUTS At this stage of writing this, I had a power cut! I lost all my notes and reminders, but I did get some photos, and such mayhem and panic have not hit me so badly in ages.
I was stuck in total darkness; it was late evening then.
The notes from earlier in the day were found, but not the late ones that were on Word, which got lost in a total of four Poer-Cuts suffered over a three-hour period.
Obviously, I could not do any blogging or emailing anything on the computer until Thursday morning. (Now)
POWER-CUT DISASTER STORIES
1️⃣ I was cooking the meal. Sudden darkness, absolute darkness. Panic gripped me. I searched for the mobile and wind-up torch. At that time, I could not find the torch. So, had to use the light of the mobile to get around. My intention was to make sure the cooker had been turned off. Then I realised that things were worse than I thought. The battery on the mobile was weakening, and I needed it to call for help because the Alarm Alert line & landlines were not working. I rang the preciously kind Jenny to ask for advice on getting help. I didn’t know the numbers to ring. Jenny, being Jenny, bless her, said she would come up to have a look. She’d just got out of the shower. I felt embarrassed.
2️⃣ Jenny came in; I didn’t hear her, and she did something on the power box, and the power came back on. I told her what I was doing, and she spoke with someone on the back-on-line emergency alert line again. She turned off the cooker at the box. Told me not to use it until it’s been checked over. She
said, ‘I’m was to ring her in ten minutes to update her on the situation’. I’d be lost without Jenny.
3️⃣ Ten minutes later, the power went off again. This time, I was again in the kitchen, and as it was dark, I turned to get the stick, tripped on something, and fell, hitting my face on the radiator. Jenny returned again. She reset the power and asked if I’d used the cooker, which I hadn’t. The power was now restored by Jenny, and the telephones & alarm came back on. Jenny spoke with them again. Jenny reminded me not to use the cooker, but I could use the microwave.
4️⃣ I started to sort out a different meal that could be cooked in the microwave, and the Power died again! Jenny came to the rescue once more! She restored the power supply yet again and told me she would report things to the authorities for me in the morning. If it does go off again, I was to ring her. Reminding me not to use the kettle or cooker.
Thankfully, the power stayed on, and I finished the oddly cooked beef in black bean sauce. Cleaned up the kitchen and settled to eat the meal, watching ‘Heartbeat’ on the TV. Thinking about how things would have gone without Jenny’s help. Precious, inestimable, & helpful. ♥
The following may be out of order, with part of the reminders lost in the power cuts, but these things did occur. I think.
Carers Shaquille, Israel & Kimberly called. Kimberly helped me get an appointment with the doctor and the Chemist for the flu jab sorted for me. Flu Tuesday 5th Nov, and the RSC at the surgery Monday 11th Nov, in Carrington.
Yesterday, during the power failures, I lost every photograph I had previously taken and saved to file. Arghh!
And also, I can’t use my cooker or kettle,
I still can’t manually pittle,
Electric shocks up my leg, still tingle,
The catheter tube is so painful!
My lack of sleep is diabolical,
My memory gets more fragmental,
Waiting for Glaucoma lasering at the Hospital,
Life is no longer worth being experimental,
The hot tap runs at barely a trickle,
Plans, wants & needs are theoretical,
Thoughts, hopes are unphilosophical,
Like this ode, there are unpoetical,
I’m verging on becoming pathetical,
My dreams are all sarcophagal,
Getting on my rear-end a carbuncle!
My concentration, once congenital,
It is now non-existent, gone, choplogical,
Depressions, fears, worries, self-inimical,
Mentally, life is a scramble, a scrattle…
With myself, every day, I battle,
I once socialised, now I feel extrinsical.
Life’s become eristical & demagogical!
Now, with cock-up, & outages electrical,
No kettle or stove, it ruins things gastronomical, I need someone clever, kind, & intellectual… A Doctor who deals with things lunatical? To read this Poesy or Limerick, About me being physically & mentally sick, Use their skills of the neuropsychologic, They may advise summat neuroradiologic? Issue medications that may do the trick, With mayhap periwinkle & phenobarbital, Or operate on my sincipital? If it was all a film, it would be tragicomical, But, primarily pointless and illogical!.
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